Too old to die young…
Too old to die young, my friend…
Once I held a 30-30 to my head,
a blessed friend saved me.
I have learned,
now I have lived and I have learned.
I am too old to die young,
lived long enough to know,
we shall know sadness.
we will know joy.
We will know the sweet taste of love and
we will cry tears for love lost.
Our teachers will teach-us and they will leave us.
We shall cry for them and we will try to remember their lessons share.
I know now,
each of us,
are here for a reason.
To be saved and to save another.
Today the sun will rise and the moon shall fall.
We must try to lead with delicate words and teach the children,
love is life, be kind and generous to each other.
We are here just here for a while,
just ships on the wild sea,
doing our best to survive this life .
Dancing Coyote
A beautiful poem that I think encompasses the words, “We are here to do our best.” Because what else can we do? No one is that eager to save the world, but only those we can. In wanting to do more, we constantly feel as if we aren’t doing enough, but that’s the pursuit towards a temporary happiness.
Finding fulfillment? That’s something to look back on, of something that wasn’t temporary, because it lives on.
This line of yours that says, “We must try to lead with delicate words and teach the children” is full of hope, for a wilderness of betterment. It is in bettering those we love that I believe we will find fulfillment.
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I agree my friend and thank you for reading and the wonderful comment.,
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There is truth in this poem.
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Yes you are right and I know. I am too old to die young.
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Wise lesson.
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We never stop learning my dear friend.
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Very true. 😻
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